System: I let you have children, not fight for hegemony

Chapter 70
The wheel of history is rolling forward driven by countless little people.

Many fish looked at Wang Jian, dressed in the morning glow, riding a tall horse, escorting the salt transport vehicle towards Xianyang.

This is the first pot of well salt in the west of Jian, and it is dedicated to the King of Qin.

"Big son." After seeing Wang Jian and others' convoy drifting away, Mao Sui took out a bamboo tube from his arms and quickly put it into the hands of many fish.

"Salt." Mao Sui made a mouth gesture without making any sound.

Many fish pointed at the motorcade in the distance, and Mao Sui nodded slightly.

"Thank you." Many fish were collected into his sleeves.

In the evening, Zhuoran and Yaduo went down the mountain together.

Without saying a word, Zhuoran placed a dark stone at the door of Duoyu's study and left quietly.

Yaduo: "This is the first stone brought out when the black water spurts out."

Immediately, Yaduo calmly placed a thick round bamboo tube on the table with many fish: "This is the black water collected by the tribe. Auntie, Abba and the Great Witch each have one tube."

Everyone thought that the first pot of well salt should be dedicated to many fish, but there was King Qin.

Everyone was unwilling to give in, so they expressed their respect in their own way.

Many fish put these two things away: "The king's reply should arrive soon."

Yaduo put down the stick and began to learn Xiaozhuan, but pen and ink were precious, so she practiced in the sand pool first.

"How will King Qin praise us?"

Many fish lowered their heads to sort out the information coming from everywhere, and said casually: "I will write a letter on your behalf, requesting a [-]% share of the salt profit. Your Majesty will agree before seeing the finished salt."

Is it expensive to share [-]% of the salt from a salt well where we don’t know whether it can produce salt or not, and we don’t know its yield and quality to maintain the harmony of the Bashu land?

Yaduo's eyes immediately turned red, he hugged many fishes, and said decisively: "No matter what King Qin decides, you are my aunt, the most popular Qin person in the west of Jian!"

Many Fish rubbed Yaduo's face and said, "We are both grown girls. We will discuss marriage in the coming year, so be more solemn."

Yaduo blinked her big moist eyes: "Who called you my aunt?"

Many fish have many nieces and nephews at a young age. In a few years, they may become elders and become grandmother-level figures.

"You came early. You have to take care of the ten young people sent by the clan. They will be your right-hand men in the future."

Yaduo suppressed her coquettishness and looked firm: "Abba said that without brothers, we cannot support the village. They are the brothers of the opposite sex that Abba and the great witch found for me!"

Many Fish gave Yaduo a vaccination: "Bashu has rich reserves of salt brine. The King of Qin will never be satisfied with just one salt well. In terms of reputation and honor, there may be other villages that surpass you."

Yaduo looked unwilling: "But we are the first!"

"So you will get [-]% of the salt profit. This is not because King Qin is being generous, but because we sent a message. Ya Duo, we can eat a leg of lamb, but we cannot eat the whole sheep."

Yaduo angrily scribbled on the sand pool.

Many Fish no longer comforted the future village leader. The Ba people were straightforward, not stupid.

Besides, is this little girl really angry?She is just acting like a little daughter, constantly testing the bottom line of many fish.

Dark night fell, thick clouds covered the bright full moon, the shadows of the trees danced, and several figures quickly shuttled through the jungle.

"Master of the village, the salt field is right ahead!"

A few dark figures climbed to the top of the mountain, looking down at the silent salt field in the valley with the help of the faint moonlight.Salt, such a word that touches the nerves of Ba people.

Two tribes will be beaten to death with a jar of salt.

A small jar of salt can be exchanged for several healthy women in their prime.

Nowadays, pots of black water can be turned into pure white salt after boiling and distillation, which is a miracle!

"Master!" The eyes of a dark figure glowed greedily in the moonlight, like a wolf hiding in the jungle, staring intently at its prey.

Village leader: "You go back first and bring more people to visit the place tomorrow night."

After the shadows jumped back, the figure of the village owner turned straight into a spacious stone house in the west of the stream.

When the rooster crows against the first ray of sunshine, the whole valley wakes up from its slumber.

"Amu, are you going to work?" The old man opened the door and asked his neighbor.

The strong man wiped his face and hands clean with hot water, and then handed the precious linen cloth to the woman beside him.

"Uncle, that's right. Don't dare to go too late, Master Zhuo will deduct your wages."

The old man laughed and said, "Just quit. My dog ​​Ji'er hunted yesterday and hunted several plump pheasants. Isn't this better than going to work?"

Amu smiled naively and chewed the chestnut rice cake slowly: "Brother Gou Ji'eri is the best hunter in the village. I can't compare with him."

After Amu finished eating the chestnut rice cake, he hurried down the mountain to start work.

The old man spat at Amu's back and cursed lightly: "You are a slave of the Qin people, selling your ancestors' stuff. I'm afraid that if you get under the skirt of the little witch of the Qin people, you won't be able to get out."

The old man's scolding was really unpleasant, and the woman couldn't help but choked: "The female queen is the adopted sister of the village leader. If you arrange her like this, you can tell her in front of the village master and the great witch if you have the guts!"

The old man was contradicted and his face flushed: "The village owner betrayed his ancestors, and sooner or later someone will deal with him. If my dog ​​Ji Eri had become the village owner, these salt ponds were all in our village! Why should we work as cattle or horses for the Qin people? "

The woman rolled her eyes, picked up the bucket and entered the house, closing the door hard to block the dirty words outside.

Amu was stopped by the old man, which delayed him for a while. When he arrived at the salt well, his companions had already arrived.

"Hehe, Amu, are you being made difficult by the old man?" A passing companion asked gossiping.

Ammu took off his robe and started to light a fire with his upper body naked: "You saw it, why didn't you help me to save the situation?"

The companion waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm afraid I'll get involved. If Gou Ji'er wasn't so powerful, I would have wanted to beat the old man up."

Although the Amu people are simple and honest, they are clear-sighted and clear-minded: "Gou Ji'e can't compete with the village master every day, and his family feels uncomfortable. As long as we follow the village master and the female queen, and make life as good as possible, it will be the greatest revenge on them." "

"I asked people from Qin a few days ago to find out that there are salt workers in Daqin, and their lives are very miserable. Some of them are prisoners who work without any wages."

"The female monarch is kind-hearted. The Qin soldiers are so powerful that they destroyed our tribe..."

"In the past few days, there are still people in the village murmuring that the salt farm should have been ours and that the female queen stole it through fraud."

Amu's eyebrows moved and he ordered his companions: "Remember those people to prevent them from causing harm to the salt factory."

"Hurry! Nujun and the village leader are here, don't let Nujun think we are lazy." The sharp-eyed salt worker saw many fish and others from a distance, and quickly informed his companions.

Many fish will go up the mountain to check the situation every few days.After Wang Jian left, he had to go up the mountain almost every day.

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